If I had been born at another day and time, I wouldn’t be here to pay tribute to my mother, Emma Louise Williams.
I also wouldn't be around to (when I go over to give her a bath) see her big toothless smile and hear her say, “Hey Baby Dear” (the name she calls me).
I wouldn’t be able to see the covers she has folded around her waist thinking they are an apron full of turnip greens that she has picked for dinner.

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